i grew branches

open and up

on a swing watching my feet go into blue ..into green. i'm withdrawn from the day being in one room. with one glass of honey green tea after another. my hands,my clothes,my dresser all stained from paint. sleepless nights. im making art in my apartment, with my best friends still wide awake at three am, sharing food & passing it about the living room floor. they have white wine, I have red. her boyfriend picking us up and piling into a car full of lively people, excited for night. look out of the window for the moon. as always. there it is- crescent. i'm sitting across laps and see moonlit smiles. then wandering aimlessly to end up playing music and singing perched over some strangers. standing on a rock bench to see them smile, hold each other, to hear them clap & tell us "another,another." we roamed into the darker blue of the night. we swayed to a song in different colour lights.. I lay down in the grass and close my eyes, when I opened them you were still there.

photos from trips feb & may

                           iris garden

                      green places

               in february i fell in love

APRICOT

                                           love the cinematography of this.

cutting off your eyelashes to make someone smile

when i was in kindergarten it was time for play,i noticed my friend sitting in the corner..i walked over & asked why she wasnt coming outside. she got teary eyed and explained that she was sad because her and her family had slanted eyes, she wanted long eyelashes like mine. i sat bewildered. i told her that i thought her eyes were beautiful then i took scissors and cut off all of my left eyelashes-"see?who cares" she laughed and smiled. then we played outside.my mom never lets me forget the day i came home with square eyelashes.

winding tree downfall

strange.how someone can come into your life,and make some kind of impact or change.show you a different love or hate,or both..and to everyone else,theyre like a grain of sand..among so many others.but you hold them in a secret place,within your heart and mind,and thats where they stay,loved..by you.it doesnt matter where they go,or where theyve been or how theyve changed or what happened or what didnt happen..because you simply love them,and its beautiful

dont let me down

   i remember when i was fourteen, with a heavy heart for old fashioned music an photography. kind of like now, just a lot more quiet. my granma was going into surgery & i was spending the day with my grandpa. ever since i was little he’d shown me real music .. he taught me everything i know today. my granpa,that day  so nervous & tense, nothing i could say seemed to change that. we went out grabbed a cheeseburger & fries. got to his new house.. the scenery outside, didnt help anymore. we sat on his couch. i made a stupid joke and he smiled, still worried. i looked up, saw some old beatles recordings he taped. he had always done it, he was one of those crazy beatles fans that grew up with them. he had a cassette in the vcr always ready..so when they came on he could tape it. he has books about them, old cups, records, you name it. i looked over at him, opened my eyes big, pointed at the tapes .. shrugged my shoulders. he nodded his head so i popped one in. it was our favourite when i was little. we watched this video.. then started singing it together.. and for those brief moments.. i could tell he wasnt worried anymore.